Anonymous said: heeeeey, good to see you back, nny

Not really back, though, just dropping by.

jthm-fandom said: "Danny, yo, Danny. You a'ight there?" You heard from a little, possibly 4th-wall-breaking birdy that your old friend could use a friend. And hey, you're the palest two-wheel-device around, so why not. You just hope he can heard you as you call through his door and knock on it.

ask-danny-phandom:

ask-danny-phandom:

Danny heard a knock at the door, as well as an old, familiar voice. His ears perked, looking up from the bathroom floor. Shit. “J-juST A SECOND!” He called out, hastily slapping on bandages on his legs before pulling up a pair of sweat pants, phasing through a few walls to get to the door. He took a breath to calm himself, but let’s face it, he was never calm these days; only anxious and tired. He opened the door, looking up at his old friend. He almost smiled, seeming a little relieved to see such a familiar face. Upon a little thinking, he blushed green and furrowed his eyebrows, worried.

"U-uh, hay Johnny…um…how ya been?…I m-mean, what, what brings you here?" He asked, coughing awkwardly and leaning against the doorframe to seem "cool". Although really, it’s cuz his legs ached and his body was exhausted from not sleeping. Indeed it looked like he hadn’t slept in a good long while, and it was true, he hadn’t; he looked like shit, the poor guy.


Danny was grateful that Johnny pulled him in for another hug, closing his eyes and just relaxing into it. Johnny could read Danny so well sometimes, and it really did help make Danny feel better.

A smile twitched onto Danny’s face as the other mentioned a slushie-drinking contest, earning him a low chuckle from the white-haired boy.

"oh man, I haven’t had a slushie in /ages/. Maybe we could…ya know like…alchemize some, or whatever?" He offered, peeking his eyes open to peer up at Johnny with a slightly-mischievous smirk. What a way to lighten the mood, slushies were always a good idea. Always.

Danny’s grin is contagious, and easily finds its way onto your face as well as you look at him, the same mischievous glint in your eye.

Dude, I’ve got a slushie-machine at home. Although if you’d rather stay here, that’s fine by me too. I don’t really care, as long as I get sugar in my veins!

You say, mock-frothing at the mention of sugar, like some crazed candy-zombie hungry for sweet, sweet flesh. Kind of reminds you of your little sister, for some reason.

(Reblogged from ask-danny-phandom)

jthm-fandom said: "Danny, yo, Danny. You a'ight there?" You heard from a little, possibly 4th-wall-breaking birdy that your old friend could use a friend. And hey, you're the palest two-wheel-device around, so why not. You just hope he can heard you as you call through his door and knock on it.

ask-danny-phandom:

ask-danny-phandom:

Danny heard a knock at the door, as well as an old, familiar voice. His ears perked, looking up from the bathroom floor. Shit. “J-juST A SECOND!” He called out, hastily slapping on bandages on his legs before pulling up a pair of sweat pants, phasing through a few walls to get to the door. He took a breath to calm himself, but let’s face it, he was never calm these days; only anxious and tired. He opened the door, looking up at his old friend. He almost smiled, seeming a little relieved to see such a familiar face. Upon a little thinking, he blushed green and furrowed his eyebrows, worried.

"U-uh, hay Johnny…um…how ya been?…I m-mean, what, what brings you here?" He asked, coughing awkwardly and leaning against the doorframe to seem "cool". Although really, it’s cuz his legs ached and his body was exhausted from not sleeping. Indeed it looked like he hadn’t slept in a good long while, and it was true, he hadn’t; he looked like shit, the poor guy.


Danny was a little reluctant as the other pulled away, having not been held like that for a long time. He smiled weakly and nodded up at Johnny, trying to be optimistic. Johnny was right. It was gonna be okay. He was gonna get better and then he was gonna move on like before. Even thought Johnny wasn’t a very expressive person, Danny could read him very well; that’s just how long they had known each other, really, ever since they were kids.

"Thanks, man…I really appreciate it, you have no idea. Like…thanks." He said awkwardly, looking down at the couch cushions and rubbing the back of his head.

"I’m going to recover, just you watch, man. I’ll make you proud." He said offering a smile at the other as he looked up.

I know you will, man.

You smile as you give Danny another squeeze, being able to tell that he could use some more cuddle-time. Lord knows with all the drama about, it’s the least you can do before disappearing for another few months, as seems to be your habit.

You made me proud ages ago, y’know. I mean, come on. I’ve never met anyone else who could actually keep up with me in a slushie-drinking contest.

You grin into Danny’s ear as you hold him close. Actually, a slushie sounds good just right about now…

(Reblogged from ask-danny-phandom)

ask-pacific-rim-fandom said: Striker is standing at your doorstep. "Hello?" she calls, the familiar voice of Grapeberry the cat ringing in your ears. "I have some explaining to do." god she hopes this doesn't go wrong.

Yeah, what is it.

You open the door to look out at your visitor. You don’t want to send anyone away, but you also don’t really want to start any long, plot-heavy conversation right at the moment. You’ve come to enjoy your reclusive life-style quite a lot.

Anonymous said: Danny surrounded by all types of whores lately!

I have this feeling that was a stab at someone.

jthm-fandom said: "Danny, yo, Danny. You a'ight there?" You heard from a little, possibly 4th-wall-breaking birdy that your old friend could use a friend. And hey, you're the palest two-wheel-device around, so why not. You just hope he can heard you as you call through his door and knock on it.

ask-danny-phandom:

ask-danny-phandom:

Danny heard a knock at the door, as well as an old, familiar voice. His ears perked, looking up from the bathroom floor. Shit. “J-juST A SECOND!” He called out, hastily slapping on bandages on his legs before pulling up a pair of sweat pants, phasing through a few walls to get to the door. He took a breath to calm himself, but let’s face it, he was never calm these days; only anxious and tired. He opened the door, looking up at his old friend. He almost smiled, seeming a little relieved to see such a familiar face. Upon a little thinking, he blushed green and furrowed his eyebrows, worried.

"U-uh, hay Johnny…um…how ya been?…I m-mean, what, what brings you here?" He asked, coughing awkwardly and leaning against the doorframe to seem "cool". Although really, it’s cuz his legs ached and his body was exhausted from not sleeping. Indeed it looked like he hadn’t slept in a good long while, and it was true, he hadn’t; he looked like shit, the poor guy.


Danny took deep breaths and kept closer to Johnny. He was one of the few select people that Danny actually  trusted, even after all that happened between them. He wiped his nose with a tissue and nodded to Johnny’s words; he always knew just what to say, he was a really smart guy.

"Yeah….yeah…you’re right…" He mumbled into Johnny’s coat, resting. He was just so exhausted, but he was glad that Johnny was there. Johnny understood him better than practically anyone.

"I just gotta…get better again. Like I did before…" He rambled, feeling safe with his old friend. 

"I did it before, I c-can do it again, right?"

Of course you can. Hey, we’ve both seen ya do it.

You stroke Danny’s back again a few times before pulling softly away to look him in the eyes.

I’ve known you longer than possibly anyone, and I’ve seen how strong you are. You don’t just -get- better, you make -yourself- better. ‘Cause that’s just how much ass you kick on a daily basis.

You say as you give him your most serious look, which, incidentally, also happens to be your look for pretty much everything else. You’re such a versatile and expressionate person.

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Anonymous said: ur a palewhore, ain't ya?

It’s my over-flowing optimism. It bids me to whore.

jthm-fandom said: "Danny, yo, Danny. You a'ight there?" You heard from a little, possibly 4th-wall-breaking birdy that your old friend could use a friend. And hey, you're the palest two-wheel-device around, so why not. You just hope he can heard you as you call through his door and knock on it.

ask-danny-phandom:

ask-danny-phandom:

Danny heard a knock at the door, as well as an old, familiar voice. His ears perked, looking up from the bathroom floor. Shit. “J-juST A SECOND!” He called out, hastily slapping on bandages on his legs before pulling up a pair of sweat pants, phasing through a few walls to get to the door. He took a breath to calm himself, but let’s face it, he was never calm these days; only anxious and tired. He opened the door, looking up at his old friend. He almost smiled, seeming a little relieved to see such a familiar face. Upon a little thinking, he blushed green and furrowed his eyebrows, worried.

"U-uh, hay Johnny…um…how ya been?…I m-mean, what, what brings you here?" He asked, coughing awkwardly and leaning against the doorframe to seem "cool". Although really, it’s cuz his legs ached and his body was exhausted from not sleeping. Indeed it looked like he hadn’t slept in a good long while, and it was true, he hadn’t; he looked like shit, the poor guy.


Even at 5ft 8in, Danny was only a measly 115 pounds. He had lost weight again. He winced as he was picked up bridal style, not really expecting it and blushing bright green because of it. Still, he held on to Johnny, trying to calm down, taking deep breaths and whatnot.

"He’s…not bad….b-but…I guess we’re just not meant for each other…" He replied quietly, keeping it simple as he tried to make sure his voice didn’t crack.

When he was set down, he sighed, resting his head against Johnny’s shoulder. He nodded at Johnny’s words, he was right.

"I know…but…it’s still hard…Especially now that the world’s gone. And I don’t know if my family’s alive or dead or whatever… I can’t even sleep in this house alone anymore. It’s too painful….Plus the zombies outside are kinda distracting." He rambled onwards. He always seemed to talk a lot when Johnny was around. Now that he thought about it though, this was the first time in a long time that they had actually sat down and talked like they used to. They had so much in common, too… The stroking on his back was so soothing. It was good to have someone who understood…who saw that people needed support. That was part of the reason he had to leave Dude…

"…Doomy powers?" He smirked a little, glancing up at Johnny. the guy always had a random sense of humor. "Sounds like they could come in handy…ya know…if we never need to throw some doom at someone." He replied playfully, even letting out a short chuckle before thinking about some things again and growing quiet.

"I feel bad though, Johnny…I did some things I haven’t done in a long time. Things I’m…not proud of, because of all this stuff…And I had been doing so good, too." He started, quiet. He clenched his fist a little, looking down at the floor. The month of rollercoaster events had just been too much for Danny to take, and well, one thing led to another.

I know, Danny…

You sensed it the moment you saw him. You’re a Prince of Doom, after all, its your -job- to know stuff like that.

It’s okay… Look, it happens to the best. Just because you fell in once more, doesn’t mean all your hard work is for naught…

You let Danny bury his face in your shoulder and just hold him as he lets it all out, as he needs to.

Old habits die hard, and it’s a security- and comfort-thing, even if it’s one of the worst things you can do…

You sigh a little into Danny’s shoulder as you stroke his back again. This subject feels a little too close to home, and Danny knows it. You both know it. You’ve both struggled a lot and have come so far… And you’ve both had times where it all felt useless.

You sigh deeply as you give Danny a little squeeze.

You’ll be okay, Danny… I promise you that…

(Reblogged from ask-danny-phandom)

jthm-fandom said: "Danny, yo, Danny. You a'ight there?" You heard from a little, possibly 4th-wall-breaking birdy that your old friend could use a friend. And hey, you're the palest two-wheel-device around, so why not. You just hope he can heard you as you call through his door and knock on it.

ask-danny-phandom:

ask-danny-phandom:

Danny heard a knock at the door, as well as an old, familiar voice. His ears perked, looking up from the bathroom floor. Shit. “J-juST A SECOND!” He called out, hastily slapping on bandages on his legs before pulling up a pair of sweat pants, phasing through a few walls to get to the door. He took a breath to calm himself, but let’s face it, he was never calm these days; only anxious and tired. He opened the door, looking up at his old friend. He almost smiled, seeming a little relieved to see such a familiar face. Upon a little thinking, he blushed green and furrowed his eyebrows, worried.

"U-uh, hay Johnny…um…how ya been?…I m-mean, what, what brings you here?" He asked, coughing awkwardly and leaning against the doorframe to seem "cool". Although really, it’s cuz his legs ached and his body was exhausted from not sleeping. Indeed it looked like he hadn’t slept in a good long while, and it was true, he hadn’t; he looked like shit, the poor guy.


Danny looked up at Johnny put a hand to his forehead, finding the coolness of his touch soothing; he was kinda warm, although that might have been the sweatshirt in the middle of the summer kind of thing. He grimaced as Johnny pointed out how shitty he looked, lancing down at the floor.

"Yeah, well it’s been ro-" Before he should finish, he was pulled into a hug by his long-time friend. He paused for a moment, as if unsure, before relaxing against him with a pained expression. His hands gripped at the fabric of Johnny’s jacket as he tried so hard not to cry from the past few days of stress.

"M’sorry…Yeah…it’s…It’s been hell…Like…" He wrinkled his nose, disgusted with himself. "It’s been really hard…All alone and stuff…I…I.." He looked up at Johnny with his heterochromatic eyes. "I broke up with Dude. N-not that that’s the only thing of course, but…" He sighed, looking away. "It’s been a a bad month…"

Cthulhu almighty…

You mumble slightly as your friend breaks down in your arms and you graciously let him, supporting his weight and easily lifting him up as a few tentacles slide out of your palms to help lift him up and carry him inside bridal-style. Or sacrifice-to-Cthulhu-style. Whichever is more fitting.

Never really liked that guy to begin with… Goin’ about, hurting my moirail and breaking my childhood friend’s heart…

You keep grumbling even as you make it to Danny’s couch, where you plop him down gently. You still don’t let go, though, allowing him to cry out in your embrace and on your shoulder.

Listen, it’s okay… You’ll be okay, mate. Shit might look really fucking bleak, but you’ve pulled through worse, and we both know it…

You softly comfort him, stroking his back again.

This too shall pass, Danny… And if it doesn’t, I’ll kick its ass with ya. I’ve been practising my doomy-doom… -things. They’re doomer than ever.

You try to lighten the mood with a tiny smile.

(Reblogged from ask-danny-phandom)

jthm-fandom said: "Danny, yo, Danny. You a'ight there?" You heard from a little, possibly 4th-wall-breaking birdy that your old friend could use a friend. And hey, you're the palest two-wheel-device around, so why not. You just hope he can heard you as you call through his door and knock on it.

ask-danny-phandom:

Danny heard a knock at the door, as well as an old, familiar voice. His ears perked, looking up from the bathroom floor. Shit. “J-juST A SECOND!” He called out, hastily slapping on bandages on his legs before pulling up a pair of sweat pants, phasing through a few walls to get to the door. He took a breath to calm himself, but let’s face it, he was never calm these days; only anxious and tired. He opened the door, looking up at his old friend. He almost smiled, seeming a little relieved to see such a familiar face. Upon a little thinking, he blushed green and furrowed his eyebrows, worried.

"U-uh, hay Johnny…um…how ya been?…I m-mean, what, what brings you here?" He asked, coughing awkwardly and leaning against the doorframe to seem "cool". Although really, it’s cuz his legs ached and his body was exhausted from not sleeping. Indeed it looked like he hadn’t slept in a good long while, and it was true, he hadn’t; he looked like shit, the poor guy.

You frown as you see the expression on Danny’s face, and the way his body slumps awkwardly against the door frame. You know that slouch, and you know that fatigue. Without a second word, you reach out and put your unnaturally cool hand to his forehead.

Danny, you look like shit. And that’s the anaemic guy who lives off of junk food talking.

You say before pulling Danny into a hug, softly stroking his back and supporting him as well as you can.

I heard some shit went down… You a’ight?…

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Anonymous said: So I'm a bit curious because she's been lonely in this timeline. did someone named vindy ever make many friends in yours?

Deathnny scythe by Chickenwhite I’m not sure I’ve ever heard that name before… But hey, friends can be made anywhere and any time, I’m sure she made at least a few.

fandomsandananon said: [You, on the other hand, have actually spent a minimal amount of time with nny in comparison to other people you know, so this is actually a tad awkward.]

You eventually note this awkwardness in Roma and let go.

Deathnny smile by Chickenwhite You’re such a softie.

Anonymous said: So if you're a different godtier, are there any other different godtiers between the alpha and your timelines?

Deathnny smile by Chickenwhite But of course! I’m pretty sure there’s a version of me as each and every possible combination of every classpect, just like there is with everyone. Doom just seems to be the most common one, I think.